Hello everyone! I would like to thank you for reading this story.
Well, I'm not sure about all of you, but almost all of the Harry Potter crossovers I have read, both in the Yu-Gi-Oh and Yu Yu Hakusho sections have had Remus Lupin make a comeback as the DADA teacher. I'm different!
My DADA teacher is NOT an oc, but he has nothing to do with YGO or HP. He comes from a different book series. Maybe you've heard of it, the Song of the Lioness quartet by Tamora Pierce?
DISCLAIMER: My toes are cold!
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"To all of you who have returned to Hogwarts, welcome back! And to all of you who are new, welcome!" Dumbledore said in a jovial tone that made me want to roll my eyes.
Yes, I was still mad at him! I won't release him from my anger until Bakura has a talk with him.
"I'm sure that all of our old hands have noticed the change of staff and I believe it would be proper to introduce our newest teacher. Everyone, meet Professor Ralon Malven, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." This announcement was greeted with polite applause as Professor Malven stood up and took a slight bow before sitting back down.
"I hope he knows what he's doing," Harry whispered to me.
"I hope he's not a stupid git," Ron added.
"Shh, Dumbledore's still talking!" Hermione hissed.
"I would also like to remind all of the students that even though there is a forest on the school grounds, its name is the Forbidden Forest for a reason. Students are not to venture into the forest without a teacher present under no circumstances." He paused for a moment, as if trying to remember something.
"Also, Mr. Filch has asked me to remind the students that there shall be no practicing of magic in the corridors, and there is a list of items in his office that are also forbidden in the corridors." Dumbledore looked at the students for a few seconds before saying, "Tuck in!"
"Finally!" Ron said gratefully and started to shovel food onto his plate.
While I wasn't as hungry as Ron, I was still quite hungry. When the food trolley had come by on the train, I decided that I didn't want anything, so I hadn't eaten since breakfast and my stomach let out a small growl as I started to pile food onto my own plate.
"Harry," Ron said, "if this teacher's as nutty as Umbridge was, will the DA still be in effect?"
"Ron," Hermione exclaimed in a scandalized voice. "Don't assume that he'll be as bad as Umbridge was."
"I'm not assuming, Hermione, I'm just asking." Turning back to Harry he said, "So?"
"Well, I guess so, but only if he's as bad as Umbridge. Teaching the DA was pretty time consuming, and since Angelina was a seventh year last year, and I've been on the team the longest, I'll probably be Quidditch Team Captain. I don't think I'll have much time for the DA even if Malven is a git," Harry said in a resigned voice.
"Oh, yeah. So, who do we have on the team right now?" Ron asked.
"We have me, you . . . and that's it. Everyone else was a seventh year."
Ron visibly paled. "I thought Alicia was a sixth year!"
"No, she just looked younger than she was," Hermione pointed out.
"Hey, I'm sure we can get Ginny to join the team. She's an excellent flyer. Remember how she flew when she was my replacement?" Harry pointed out. "She said she wanted to try out for a Chaser position this year, didn't she?"
As they continued to talk about Quidditch, I decided to try out for the team as well. Hey, I have to protect the kid, right? If he's on the Quidditch pitch and I'm not, how's that going to work?
"Um, what positions are open?" I asked Harry.
"Everything but Seeker and Keeper," he replied. "Do you want to try out, Ryou?"
"Yeah, I do. In Japan, I was a Beater on my school's team. I didn't think I was all that good, but they still put my name in the Plaque of Fame saying I was the best Beater they had had since 1802."
Ron, Hermione, and Harry were all staring at me in awe and I blushed bright crimson. Internally, though, I was very pleased. While the school part was fake, it was true that I was a great Beater. I'm not afraid of the Bludgers like some other Beaters are.
"Well then," Harry said, breaking out of his stare. "I think it would be great if you tried out."
"Yeah, we need all the help we can get. I don't really think I'm that good a Keeper, but Harry's a great Seeker."
"Yeah," Hermione added. "There was only one match in where he didn't catch the Snitch, and that was because a bunch of Dementors showed up and Harry was distracted by his memories."
"I see," I said quietly, processing this information. Dementors make you relive your most painful memories. The memory of your parents getting murdered right in front of you had to be pretty bad. He probably fell off his broom with memories like that.
"We've only won the Cup once, but it was still pretty great when we did," Harry said proudly. "With a good team this year, we shouldn't have any problem winning it again."
"Hey, Ry," Bakura said suddenly.
"Yeah?"
"I'm in. The portraits think he sent me here, so they won't go trying to warn him. I'm in his chair with my feet propped up. Is that the image you wanted to show?" he asked.
I mentally grinned at him. "Perfect. The feast is winding down now, so it shouldn't be too much longer until he gets to his office. As soon as he sees you, I want you to burn the letter with your darkest scowl."
"As long as you're back to your normal, non-homicidal thoughts by tomorrow, I'll do it."
"Thanks 'Kura."
After the desserts were finished and all the plates clean, the students got up from their tables and started to go to their dormitories. I followed Harry through all the confusing staircases and moving portraits.
It was quite easy to see how someone could get lost in a place like this, but after all the years I've been with 'Kura, this place was going to be easy to navigate.
Plus, I wouldn't be going many places without Harry.
"This is the portrait of the Fat Lady, she's the painting that protects the Gryffindor common room," Harry said.
"Password?" the Fat Lady asked.
"Lion's Den," Ron supplied with a grin.
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"All done," Bakura said as he disappeared from Dumbledore's office. "He says he's sorry, and I don't think he'll do it again."
I could hear the amusement in his voice and asked, "What did he do when you burned the letter?"
"Want to see the memory?"
"Sure."
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Bakura was sitting in the large armchair in front of Dumbledore's desk with his feet propped up, examining his nails when a noise was heard from the door.
"Albus, are you sure that hiring this agent was a good idea?" a woman's voice asked
"Minerva, it was not my idea to hire the boy. Fudge felt that it would be best, and it is not my position to question his decisions."
"But Albus-" McGonagall's voice was cut off as the door opened and they entered.
With the darkest glare he could muster, Bakura tossed the letter into the air and waved his hand at it. Instantly it became engulfed in bright purple flames; the flames of the Shadow Realm.
"How did you get in here?" Dumbledore asked in a very nervous tone.
"Did you expect less from the King of Thieves?" Bakura questioned in a dark whisper. "You have made a grave error, Albus."
"May I ask what you are doing here?" the old professor asked.
"See the ball of fire?" Bakura pointed to the floating ball of purple flames. "This is the letter you sent to Ryou while he was on the train. He did not appreciate it. And neither did I."
"Oh, well, I'm terribly sorry if I offended you in anyway," Dumbledore said. "I just wanted to remind him that this mission is not-"
"Shut up." With those two words, the purple flames doubled in size. There was no longer a letter in the fire, now it was just a purple flame that obeyed Bakura's temper.
"Ryou is the best agent. The best tech agent, the best research agent, the best field agent, the best weapons agent, and the best undercover agent. His act for this case, as with most of his undercover cases, is the guise of a sweet, innocent, pure, little angel. Because of this, you will never see him angry."
The two professors were in a shocked silence as Bakura continued.
"If you feel the need to tell him how to do his job again, I can guarantee that the next time either of us greet you in this office, it will not go as civilly as this conversation is now."
" . . . Is there anything else you needed?" Dumbledore said in a voice that was determinedly cheerful.
"Actually," Bakura said in a much more friendly voice as he got up from the desk, "We want the entire history of Harry Potter, as well as the complete profiles of every single teacher in this school, and a further history of the school in general that dates back seventy-five years. Delivered to us by tomorrow morning. That is all."
With those words, Bakura disappeared from sight, but was still in the office, listening to the conversation between the two professors.
"He's one eerie person," McGonagall said quietly to Dumbledore.
"Indeed he is. But the good thing is, that wasn't the good half."
"'Good half?' What do you mean by that?"
"Minerva, this agent has a dark spirit with him, and the spirit can possess him. From what he said earlier, I believe he is the spirit of a thief," Dumbledore stated.
"And you are trusting this . . . thief . . . with the protection of Harry?" she asked, quite horrified.
"I don't have much of a choice, Minerva. Fudge is in charge of this situation."
"Albus, I'm sure that if you were to tell the Minister how creepy this boy is, he would retract his decision and send him back to the organization he came from!" McGonagall said in an outraged voice.
Dumbledore sighed in defeat. "That is no longer a possibility. On the day I met him to give him the details of his mission, he had already accepted. The Ministry has already paid for this agent, and the week between payment and the acceptance had already passed when we had met. If we refuse the agent now, it will double the cost of the boy and Harry will be left unprotected." He looked at McGonagall as he took his seat. "Fudge will refuse to dismiss the boy at this point."
"But Albus, it is obvious he unnerves you. Certainly Fudge will take that into consideration?" she asked in a whisper.
"No, he won't."
"Well, maybe he can request a different agent?"
"He asked for the best, and this boy is the one they said could get the job done."
"But Albus-"
"That's enough, Minerva. We just have to accept the boy as he is and not cause any more problems. When he's completed his mission, he'll go back."
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"I'm not that bad," I said humorously once Bakura's memory had finished playing itself in my mind.
He cocked a mental eyebrow at me. "You aren't?"
"No, I'm not," I laughed.
He grinned. "At least you're not murderous anymore," he pointed out.
"I only asked for the profiles and histories of Harry and the teachers. Why did you tell him to get the histories of the past seventy-five years as well?" I asked.
"Why not? Do you really think he can get it all done in one night?" Bakura laughed.
"I'm going to sleep, take over," I said, still laughing.
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Morning came and I became aware of something that would be very problematic in the future.
THERE WAS NO COFFEE!!
Well, I'm sure I can fix that, but I need coffee before I can fix that.
" . . . 'Kura," I groaned miserably. "I need coffee."
He started to laugh lightly at this. "You are a miserable wreck without coffee, you know that, Ry?"
"Less talk, more coffee," I muttered.
"Once Harry tries to wake you up, I'll take over- don't worry, I'll be a grump- until you get some coffee. And later, I'm sure we can get one of them to take us to the kitchens and we can talk to the house elves and make sure that there is a pot of coffee by the table every morning." Bakura stopped talking and started to mentally glare at me.
I had fallen asleep right after he said he'd take over.
He sighed quietly before he laughed. "You're so adorable, Ryou."
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I woke up next while at breakfast. We were sitting at the Gryffindor table, Harry right next to me, Ron and Hermione on the opposite side of the table.
"I think I need coffee."
"I think you have a one-track mind when it comes to coffee," Bakura joked.
I mentally glared at him and he relented, saying with my mouth, " . . . huh? I need coffee."
Harry laughed and said, "I'm sure we can make a stop at the kitchen and ask some of the elves if they can make you some coffee."
"Hey Ryou?" Ron asked. "What is it with you and coffee? Why do you always need coffee to wake up in the morning?"
"What do I tell them? The truth?"
"Coooooofffffffffeeeeee . . ."
"Uhh . . . yeah."
"Ryou?" Ron prodded.
"My father's a coffee addict, and I don't remember my mother too well, but father says she couldn't wake up without coffee either," Bakura said, only halfway lying.
From the research I've done, my parents were coffee addicts, but it shouldn't affect me this much. The real truth is, the organization wanted me to have at least one weakness. Many people, even those who trained me, think I'm 'creepy' and don't like how strong I am. So they more-or-less trained me to have this weakness.
Coffee is like a drug to me. I literally need it in order to function properly. Thanks to Bakura, though, it's not quite as crippling as the organization intended it to be. And I could loose my dependence for coffee if I really tried to, but I've been ordered not to.
So until the time comes when my dependence truly affects my performance, I won't do anything about it.
As the Hall continued to fill up with students, teachers came around to pass out the class schedules. When we got ours, I heard Ron and Harry moan in disappointment.
"Double Potions with the Slytherins again! Why does fate have to be so cruel to us?" Ron complained.
"Since when have you believed in fate?" Hermione asked.
"Since I still have Divination and Trelawney for a teacher," Ron grumbled.
"What's wrong with Divination?" Bakura asked, still pretending to be me, since I still hadn't gotten any coffee.
"Trelawney's a fraud," Harry said. "Almost every class she predicts my death, and she has since the very first class."
"I see. Well, that's unfortunate. Divination was one of my favorite classes. I was pretty good at it," Bakura honestly replied.
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We never did get to the kitchen before classes started, so soon after the talk about Divination, I fell asleep again. I'm not sure what happened, but it doesn't really matter too much. Bakura said that nothing important happened.
After all the classes for the day had ended, though, Bakura and Hermione went to the kitchens so they could talk to the house elves; Harry and Ron had to talk to McGonagall, something about Quidditch.
"The kitchens are here, right behind this painting," Hermione said, pointing to a painting of fruit. "All you have to do to get in is tickle the pear." She demonstrated by tickling the pear and it turned into a doorknob.
Right after the door opened, I fell asleep again. I hate being like this!
'Kura said he requested that a pot of coffee be at my nightstand every morning, and they agreed. I won't have to deal with this again.
I hope.
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Wow, I really hadn't thought of putting Ryou like that but hey, it works, right?
Well, ja bye bye!
